Page 174 of Surrender

I guess no one has to be the sane one.

I’ll be a Koch soon, and I already have the next generation growing in my womb.

We’re in the car on the way home and I’m fishing around for my lip balm when I come across my case of birth control pills.

“Guess I don’t need to remember to take these anymore.”

Silvan glances over. “Actually, you should probably keep taking those.”

My brow furrows with confusion.

“I had Hugh buy you prenatal vitamins, not birth control.”

My eyes widen.

“Hey, I wanted to make sure you were well-nourished, just in case.”

“Silvan! Those were supposed to stop me from getting pregnant, not prep my womb to be optimal living accommodations. What am I going to do with you?”

His eyes twinkle, and his handsome mouth tugs up in a charming little smirk. “Love me forever?”

I sigh and shake my head. I feel like I should be angrier at him, but I also feel like I probably should have googled it when I opened that case of pills and didn’t see any calendar slots to tell me what day to take which pill like all the birth control I had seen before.

Oh well.

It’s done now, and Idolove babies.

An image of a little half me, half Silvan baby wearing a onesie and kicking its adorable little legs and giving me a big, gummy smile fills my mind, and that small burst of excitement from earlier explodes a little. I look over at him.

“You can be excited, Sophie.”

It’s like he can read my mind.

I love that about him.

“We’re so young. This was very irresponsible.”

“I’m very rich. We can hire all the help we need. And look at it this way: we’ll be hot grandparents.”

“Oh my god,” I say, covering my face with my hands but unable to stifle a little smile.

He’s shameless.

But I love that about him, too.

Chapter Forty-two

Silvan

“How could I possibly be expected to get just one?”

Ahead of me, Sophie bends over, giving me a very nice view of her ass as she plays with a pair of gray kittens in a cage. One is lazing in the corner watching while the other stretches up to paw at her finger.

“We need to adopt them all,” she informs me.

“You know I’d adopt a thousand cats for you if that’s what would make you happy,” I say, coming to survey the runt she’s playing with, “but since we are having a baby, I don’t think we should fill the apartment with cats.”

She pouts and my cock jumps at the sight of those pretty lips it’s so fucking fond of. “But I love them all. And they’re homeless. Right before Christmas,” she adds, giving me giant puppy dog eyes I couldn’t possibly resist.

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